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The vulture soaring high in awe

Creates her spine to prepare the fall

As though a bullet from the gun of HIS hand

She flies down to the Carrion of grand

The poets now flee as she sets sight

They run and scatter from her diving bite

She sees the weak and focuses in

Her beak enters first, on the "poets" with sin

The "poets" rely on her constant cry

For help from above as more come to fly

One after one they enter the chest

Of poetrys carrion they endulge in the best

The ink from the soul of poetry bleed through

On the face of her cleaner as she stares at you

With those eyes so black they could eat the light

From the page and the sage of your poetrys dear fright

As she sees her baits killer staring in awe

She realizes her job is not done at all

The "poets" she admires with her beak draped in blood

Are the fools that allowed this to happen with no judge

She removes her beak and see herself

In the reflection cast upon the "poets" true shelf

It is her that she sees as her eyes focus in

Convergant Evolution is the answer from HIM

As she raises her wings high and lifts her soul

She is now "poetry" as she did engulf

The thoughts of man as she flys away

She does carry them high from the "poets" true play

"You are now scavengers like I was once" 

She replies to the fools on the ground in dunce

"You will now kill yourself for the one is in me"

True scavenger are yourself as you peck each others feet

"Poets" I laugh for you killed your own

"Poets" I cry for the future in a drone

"Poets" I am angry for there will be no more

"Poets" kill yourself and your carrion will be slow

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